Shaking his head and laughing, Dan started walking in the direction of his house. He couldn't remember whether or not he'd cleaned his room recently, and began hoping he had.

[[Le time skip~?]]

[[LMAO. You have no faith in Dan's style. >.> Cave, of course. |D

Nah, justkidding. His house be like, very edge of the forest, with big trees growing behind it, and the house itself is a one story one [barring the attic which doubles as his room, and the basement.] There's also a guest room with a double bed, which he claims to be his parents. |D 

Wiith classic red brick walls outside. |D]]

[[Gnahgnahgnahgnah. D|]]

The concrete path slowly melted into the tarmac road as the houses around them grew less, eventually all dissipating into a dirt road. As the house almost stopped altogether, they reached the very edge of the forest, where a small, one-story house, with classic red-brick walls, loomed into view. Walking up the empty dirt drive-way, he reached an old, heavy oak door, pulled out a small key from his pocket, and opened it.

Pushing it open, he motioned for her to follow him inside, flicking on the lights as he went. The hallway had wooden, uncarpeted floors, with a ragged doormat, and soft, creamy-yellow walls. Walking into the living room, he sighed and sat down on the edge of a black, leather-suede couch, and patting the seat next to him. ''Welcome to my home.'' He said nonchalantly, glancing around at the red wallpapered walls and thick oak planks beneath his feet, a large rug taking up th center of the room with a coffee table on it, and an average-sized tv in the corner.

[[Lawls. I remembered you telling me your mom finally agreed to let you move into the basement. ;)]]

''Well, I've had several rooms in both.'' Dan laughed, walking over to his drum kit, and pulling the stool up from behind it to sit on.
''I wouldn't know, really. It's not very cold so far, and I've never been here during the summer.'' He shrugged a little, picking up a long, leather case that had been propped up against the wall, and pulling out a pair of drumsticks.
They too were black vinyl, but with deep indigo swirls covering the length of them. He spun them around in his hands, thinking for a moment.
''You could come over here, if you wanted, but as I've once nearly given a friend a concussion when the drumstick slipped out of my hand, it would probably be more advisable to sit on the bed.'' He gave a slight chuckle, waiting a moment to see what she would do.

[[Thank you, CHeese. And yus. He does. But. He also sleeps as this giant scaly thing with wings. |D]]

''Probably best.'' Dan laughed, and was surprised to see her face go red. Brushing the thought aside, and putting it down to the heat he always kept his room at, he began playing.
His hands were flying over the kit, barely even visible as a blur as he played. His face was smiling the whole time, no sign of the concentration he felt as he was playing.

[[ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jm-hp-LgJ4&feature=related <-Think this. Multiplied by ten. |D]]